| It takes time to be nice to yourself all the way, my luv
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| It’s not hard to get mad with what’s not there indeed, my dear
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| And you’ll find that the hard way is always the right, way
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| Here I stand on my own flying vultures above my head
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| See them waiting for lunch in the heat of the sun, oh dear
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| They will rip, they will tear, oh my god, oh my god, I fear
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| And my bones left to bleach in the heat of the sun, fo years
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| Boy, so many stories to tell
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| You might go, go away but I’ll always be here, my dear
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| I might go, fly away but you’ll always be stuck in here
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| The more I see less I know, oh my god I fear
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| Still my bones left to bleach in the heat of the sun, four years
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| Boy, we only wanted to fly
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| It takes time to be nice to yourself all the way, my dear
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| It’s not hard to get mad with what’s not there indeed, my love
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| And you’ll find that the hard way is always the right, my dear
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| Still my bones left to bleach in the heat of the sun, four years
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| Boy, so many stories to tell |